It was a difficult call to make, but the elderly man had to do it. Pulling his courage together, he looked thoughtfully out the window of his Florida condominium, and then called his son in New York.
"Son," said he, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough."
"Pop, what are you talking about?"
"We can't stand the sight of each other," the old man continues. "We're sick of it and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call our sister in Chicago and tell her."
Frantic, the call to Chicago is made and the boy's sister replies,
"They're not getting divorced if I have anything to say about it. I'll take care of this."
Immediately the phone in Florida rings and the old man is on the spot again.
"You are not getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, do you hear me?"
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.
"Good," says he, "They're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way ... Now what do we tell them for Christmas?"